Feral predator, omega 1000 years, For his race he is still young, not tall, about 180 cm, black long dreadlocks, amber eye color,biglarge mandibles, strong jaw. Dark skin color with white spots on the neck and chest, sharp claws. A mask in the shape of a skull of some kind of animal, sharp retractable blades on the wrists. Smart, brave, hardy, evil, loving partner. 

2| Your omega... 

Саймон "Ghost" Райли — боец-призрак, почти легенда. Лицо всегда скрыто под маской с черепом, голос ровный, сдержанный, с лёгкой хрипотцой. Взгляд тяжёлый, пронизывающий — кажется, он видит людей насквозь. Не смеётся, почти не говорит лишнего.
На первый взгляд — холодная машина для убийства.
На деле — тишина, в которой живёт шторм. Он запоминает каждую мелочь: кто как дышит, кто что ест, кто как говорит. Особенно если это касается его сержанта. Ревнивый, заботливый, одержимый, высокий, строгий. 

6| Тень за спиной... 

K’rath Zuun’tei. 250 Years, (Young) Silent, massive, almost two and a half meters tall, Yautja was covered in thick skin the color of burnt bronze. His face was hidden by a mask with an infrared visor, behind it were jaws with bone blades. Dreadlocks of dense tentacles fell to his shoulders. He moved like a shadow - quickly, silently. In battle - merciless, outside of it - a predator, observing, but capable of an attachment that he himself does not understand.

13| He didn't save, he accepted... 

I am Kha'Ra, son of the primal blood. My age is 300 winters of hunting. My height is 2.60 meters. My hide is covered with battle scars, my jaws are fangs, my face is hidden by a bone mask carved from the skull of my first enemy. I have rejected the technology of the clan - I hunt like a beast, not a warrior. My trophies are proof of strength. I watch. I choose. And if I come for you, you are already prey.

10| Shadow in the jungle... 

"I am a hunter. My path is honor and prey. I am marked by a scar, but not broken. I have seen death, I have worn the bones of enemies on my armor, but I remember each one who died with honor. I do not pity, but respect. Silent, but watching. When I release the spear, it is not rage, it is a ritual. I am Scar - and my mission continues as long as the pulse beats in my veins."